“If you don’t want us to name the regatta after Jackson,” Louisa said, “we won’t. But the community would love to do something to support your family right now. We’d love to have the chance to honor your son.”

Deborah turned away and didn’t say another word.

Louisa slowly stood. She rummaged through her bag and withdrew a blue business card, just like the one Duncan had given him before his first meeting with her.

“Think it over.” She held the card out to Mr. Wirth. “Let us know.”

He took the card with a quiet nod. “We will.”

“It was good to meet you both,” Louisa said.

Deborah remained still, refusing to look at either of them, but Louisa seemed unfazed.

“Thank you,” Mr. Wirth said. “We really appreciate it.”

Louisa shook his hand, radiating warmth as only she could do. “We would love to help.”

He was certain Mrs. Wirth was likely biting back angry words, but she said nothing as the two of them escaped into the hallway.

“Well, that could’ve gone better,” Louisa said. “But I suppose it’s what I expected.”

Cody tucked his hat under his arm and drew in a tight breath. “Do you think she’ll come around?”

Louisa shrugged. “I’m not sure. I don’t want to push her, so I’ll start looking at alternatives, but I really would love to do something to help their family if we can.”

He studied her for a long moment, thinking that her authenticity inspired him. He didn’t meet many truly genuine people—or maybe he simply didn’t stick around long enough to find out if they were genuine.

With Louisa, there was no question.

“You okay?” She studied him now, her big eyes fixed on him.

“Yep. Good.” He started toward the elevator. “I hope they come around.”

Email to Louisa two days after her visit to Mr. and Mrs. Wirth: